I started writing a mean song about someone who rubs me the wrong way. Then I decided to get inside of his head and empathize instead.
Lyrics
I've got a nail
On the end of a stick.
I take my turn on my terms.
I take my pick
And my guitar,
And my dustpan.
Consider me a public servant.
I'm the cleanup man.
Oh let me have my say.
I've got so much on my mind.
I feel I'm overflowing
Like a neglected
Garbage can.
I'm the cleanup man.
I've got a beef.
With my HOA.
I could make this long story short, but
You've got all day.
I've got e-mail
I point and click.
And fill your inbox up with
My politics. (You're welcome.)
